A Love Letter to February and March. COASTE | EDITOR’S WELCOME February and March in Southwest Florida pretty much define the apex of “high season.” It’s the perfect storm of tourism, when freezing folks flee their Northeast and Midwest winter torments for a brief respite, fans flock to celebrate the onset of a new season of Red Sox and Twins hope, and thousands of snowbirds are all fully settled into their homes-away-from-homes. Oh, and let’s not forget the spring breakers or the speedos.
to our quality of life. Our guests often work an entire year and save all they can just to escape to our coastal paradise — be it for a week, month or season. A day on the beach, a breathtaking sunset, a spring training game, fishing or kayaking or biking or baking in the sun — all this and more is what they plan for, and dream of, all year. And then it’s over, and back to reality they must trudge. Of course, tourism is our lifeblood, and that’s a good enough reason to love “high season.” But I would put it to you that the better reason to love this time of year is the affirmation it gives each of us lucky enough to live here, that this has gotta be one of the greatest places on earth to live. So the next time you’re tempted to honk your horn, or flip a finger, or just shake your head, stop. And say thanks.
The roads are packed. The lines are long. The wait times are interminable. Yes, a lot of the locals are cursing. As inconvenient as these inconveniences are, I recommend an entirely different point of view. I suggest you hug, kiss and love the chaos that is “high season.” The fact that literally millions of people from all over the world annually choose to visit Sanibel, Captiva and Southwest Florida speaks volumes
John Sprecher, Editor
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